[ That earns another laugh, excitable and manic. Is this the happiest that D's ever seen Gen? Maybe. Very telling that Gen only seems happy when he's under the influence of something, hassling someone and maybe about to get laid. Talk about being hard to please. ]
And why would I wanna take back anything, aah? [ Gen drags D inside and lets go of his wrist just long enough to turn around and kick the door shut. As if he couldn't make his intention any clearer, he makes a point of turning the lock, which slides into place with a loud click. ] You're the one at a disadvantage here.
[ At least he seems less hurried now that they're in here and there's no turning back. Gen looks terribly pleased with himself as he slinks forward, hands shoving at D's chest to get him to back off until the edge of the bed is nudging against the back of his knees. If he sits down, great. If he lets himself get pushed down onto his back, even better. Either way, Gen clambers over him to straddle his hips, looking down at him with a toothy smirk.
His face is still flushed, breaths starting to come a little hoarser. ]
... so why're you askin' for this? [ Maybe it's a little messed up, asking this when he's already worked up and eager. But it's like finding a half-healed cut -- he can't help poking at it, prodding at it, maybe tugging it open a little out of morbid curiosity. ] S'gotta be frustrating, getting found by the enemy, on their turf, getting hassled. Needing to go along to avoid drawing attention. Are you really just that lonely?
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And why would I wanna take back anything, aah? [ Gen drags D inside and lets go of his wrist just long enough to turn around and kick the door shut. As if he couldn't make his intention any clearer, he makes a point of turning the lock, which slides into place with a loud click. ] You're the one at a disadvantage here.
[ At least he seems less hurried now that they're in here and there's no turning back. Gen looks terribly pleased with himself as he slinks forward, hands shoving at D's chest to get him to back off until the edge of the bed is nudging against the back of his knees. If he sits down, great. If he lets himself get pushed down onto his back, even better. Either way, Gen clambers over him to straddle his hips, looking down at him with a toothy smirk.
His face is still flushed, breaths starting to come a little hoarser. ]
... so why're you askin' for this? [ Maybe it's a little messed up, asking this when he's already worked up and eager. But it's like finding a half-healed cut -- he can't help poking at it, prodding at it, maybe tugging it open a little out of morbid curiosity. ] S'gotta be frustrating, getting found by the enemy, on their turf, getting hassled. Needing to go along to avoid drawing attention. Are you really just that lonely?